Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Can,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.